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Rorgath replied with his snout full of blueberry crumble. "Mmrf, scrnch, that's Redwall for ye, mate!" With one paw, he held the half-eaten scone, and with the other, he downed a mug of cordial, clearing his throat before speaking again. "Finest cookin' in Mossflower, ye mark my words!"

Durgen held up a claw. "Hurr, oi reckun moi oul' grammum cudd've swept ee Redwall chefs under ee rug, if'n she wurr here, zurr."

"Aye, an' seasons rest her kind soul." Rorgath took a momentary deep breath before looking over at Bluestripe. "Well, my new badger friend, what's our plan of 'attack,' as it were?"